Jenna was out for a materials-gathering walk when the snarl caught her attention.
Sure, she'd expected some dangers when she'd wandered into a place that seemed to be made of the carcasses of Teragaia's abundant wildlife, the ecological recycling center, if you will, because a place like that was going to attract scavengers. But the crimson thing bearing down on her was not what she'd expected.
It had too many teeth. It had too many claws.
She'd read about these creatures somewhere, in a book. Odogaron, it was called. It towered easily over Jenna, fetid breath stinking of rotting meat, eyes piercing as it evaluated whether she was prey or not.
And then, magically, it didn't kill her.
It...bonded to her.
"Nice Odo. Good Odo," she praised it, shakily patting its snout.